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Oh no! He's alive! Rip the Jacker! Master! Please help us! Please please ahhhh! I'm the real king of my kingdom I make my women practice isolationism as soon as I get 'em Run my world with an iron rod behind iron bars Enclosed behind iron doors in a small iron box in the corner Shielded behind fire walls with water doors Down the gaseous corridor Welcome to my world of horror A coroner with an immortal ora The rhyme slinging highlander ripper rip you to live longer Get strong every record that I record Morph my arms into a sword and clothesline you running forward You can't ignore Bis Mothafucker I started this As far as artists that spit Canibus is dominant Hot shit from a lava pit Studied by oceanographers At the oceans bottom with rocket ship sound effects A ripper in the flesh signed in ink, nigga You ain't ill if you need time to think You talk shit my personality splits You get ripped and that's it SongtexteA +True Hollywood Story+ bitch In my world Jermaine's gone Canibus is just a Monica Stay behind to follow up and demolish you fucks Can-I-bus (Yeah!) now that's what I'm talking bout Call me Mr. spit shit also known as toilet mouth Y'all been warned about a million times I done wrote about a million rhymes since July '85 When I'm writing I'm impervious to fraud My fine arts verbal collage is worthy of the gods When I'm 30 years old I'ma quit rhyming Collect my own catalogue and open up a library Lock myself in solitary six months at a time Work at the university and teach sick fucks how to rhyme Nobody safe nobody say that they great I'll put a Jacker's whole body in a crate Trap your soul in an electromagnetic face Put the crate on a wide-low rider and drive it in a lake Look in my eyes then look in my face Nobody's here to arbitrate Realise its time for your fate Aus Songtexte Mania